Taking On Seven Years

I met my mate, Alpha Draven, at the bonding ceremony of our classmate Raven—seven years after I rejected him. But everything had changed. He was still handsome and prestigious, with his beautiful mate clinging to his side. And me? I stood there in an old-fashioned uniform, black-rimmed glasses perched on my nose— a relic from another world. Yes. We were from two completely different worlds now. In the middle of the ceremony, I overheard some werewolves whispering and laughing. "Draven, have you finally moved on from her rejection? It's been seven years, after all." His smile faded. "Honestly, I didn't even recognize her at first glance today." Their words struck me like claws to the heart. I couldn't breathe. So I left—quietly, halfway through the ceremony—before the pain could completely devour me.

Exiled for a mistake, Ivory Wells navigates a lonely life. Seven years ago, a betrayal by Darrel Williams led to a tragic accident that injured the future Luna. Forced from her pack, Ivory faced a harsh reality - expulsion, lost love, and the struggle to raise a child on her own in the human world.

When I drink the amber-colored poisonous wine, I can hear the joyful melody of a toast song coming from the manor. The wedding between Emanuela Romano and my ex-fiance, Benedetto Martini, is being held there right now. The elderly butler, Vincenzo Romano, puts away the wine glass with a blank expression. The way he speaks is as somber as one sounds when they give a speech at a funeral. "You know the Don's will very well, Ms. Andreotti. Five years are officially up, yet neither Mr. Andreotti, Mr. Martini, nor Dr. Foscari is willing to pledge their loyalty to you via the blood vow. According to the rules, you must take your own life within seven days. "The Don had left the Ashwine to you as a means of protecting… what little pride you have." Scorching pain begins spreading from my throat. I just smile at Vincenzo in return. Pride? Does a bastard spawn of a loose Iernian woman deserve to retain pride of any sort in the cruel Andreotti family? I begin making my way toward the banquet hall, which is brightly lit. As I walk past the shimmering waters of the pond in the family garden, I can tell that the waters are insanely cold. Then again, nothing is as cold as my icy heart right now. After taking a deep breath, I fall face-first into the pond… only to feel an iron-clad grip wrenching me backward. As such, I collapse onto the lawn heavily. My older brother, Alessandro Andreotti, has bits of grass covering his expensive suit. Disgust is written all over his handsome face. "Eva!" he grits out through his teeth, his voice lowered. "Must you spoil the mood on Emanuela's big day?" He then scoots closer to me, his alcohol-tinged breath fanning over my face. "You want to die, huh? Go ahead and do that, but can you die somewhere further? Don't stain the Andreotti land!" Alessandro turns to walk in the direction of the radiant lights, leaving me on the lawn, completely covered in mud. I can feel the countdown of my lifespan burning my insides. Seven days… I only have seven days to live. Meanwhile, my very own brother wants me to die somewhere further away.

“ Strip for me, I want to see all of you little cat? he says to me, I could see the way he already undressed me. “ I am not your little cat! I yelled back at me. “ I would really like to see how it feels having little cat scream my name and asking for more” he says. Sent out by her stepmom , impregnated by a strange man, her kids forcefully taken from her by a Mafia Queen, convicted for a crime she never committed and just when she thought it was time to get back everything that belongs to her , she got solded to the strange man who impregnated her seven years ago. Will Irene get back all that belongs to her as a sex slave? Will her buyer ever find out she they ever had kids together after their one time sex seven years ago?

For seven years I have stayed by his side. For three years, I gave him all of my love and devotion when I felt the mate bond spark between us. Unfortunately Riker Wraith took everything I gave him for granted all for his childhood friend. In the end I, Cassandra Thornhill, decided to forget my one-sided soul mate so that I can find true love and happiness.

Ashley Mills had kept her traumatic past hidden for seven years, and the thought of returning to her hometown filled her with dread. However, her boss assigned her to assist someone she didn't expect to be the sibling of the man she had vowed never to see again.

Kate Taylor spent seven years being the perfect wife. She gave up her dreams of becoming a celebrated chef, abandoned her culinary career, and molded herself into exactly what her husband David wanted—quiet, obedient, and invisible. When she finally decided to get her life together, he refused. She got tired of the humiliation after he refused her from taking an offer as a chef. Kate files for divorce and returns to the only thing that ever made her feel alive—cooking. She takes the job at Morrison's, the most prestigious restaurant in New York, under Chef Henri Laurent and his son Alex. Her talent explodes back to life. Critics rave about her dishes and her name starts trending. She's finally remembering who she was before David made her forget. But David won't let her go without a fight. He weaponizes their children against her, turns their son Theo against her, threatens her career, and parades Sarah around like she's already his wife. He wants to destroy everything Kate is building. Then she finds out a secret David had been hiding for six years, Sarah was more than his secretary. As custody battles turn vicious, family secrets surface, and old enemies join forces, Kate must decide: will she let the past control her future, or will she finally claim the empire she deserves? Some women fall apart after betrayal but Kate Taylor will build an empire.

Seven years of marriage. Seven years of building a quiet, loving life with my husband, Harry, centered around our sweet son, Leo. But our fragile world shattered the moment her shadow fell across our doorstep—Harry's captivating first love, Claire, and her son, Jake. She and her son forced Leo to eat an entire sugary cake on his birthday, causing his blood sugar to rise dangerously. I tried to stop them, but the real betrayal came from my husband, who emotionally tortured our son into eating the last sugary bomb, leading him to death. I hadn't recovered from the trauma of watching my son die before my eyes when my husband blew away Leo's ashes before my eyes, the only remains of my son. That was when I decided, not only to divorce him, but to make him pay for his each and every sin.

Seven years ago, my mafia husband, Sergio Wexler, had me committed to a psychiatric ward. On the day I was released, I changed my name, cut my hair short, and vanished like a ghost. Seven years later, we meet again at the grave of my brother, Luca Lorusso. The bouquet in his hand falls with a soft thud. Sergio clenches his fists tightly, barely holding back emotions that threaten to break through his usual calm. "Janella, why the short hair? I almost didn't recognize you. Where have you been all these years? After that fire at the psych ward, I pulled every string I had, but I never got any leads on you. I've been looking for you for seven years. I even thought you were… dead." When I stay silent, he rubs his red-rimmed eyes. "You're avoiding me, aren't you? Do you still hate me for having you locked up? Believe me, I had no choice." I let out a bitter laugh. Sergio killed Luca to become the Don. He slept with Luca's woman and locked me in that dark, windowless "special ward", nearly erasing me from existence. And now, here he is at Luca's grave, playing the victim. To me, any love and hate I had for Sergio died long ago in that tiny, suffocating ward. Now, he's just a stranger to me.

My boyfriend belonged to the untouchables among the capital's elite, with a family fortune worth tens of billions. To "test" me, he spent seven years never buying me a single gift, never spending a cent on me. Even a stop at a convenience store for condoms had to be split down the middle. Then, my mother fell critically ill. I borrowed from every friend and relative I could, but I was still two thousand short to cover the surgery fees. No matter how much I pleaded, he refused to lend me the money. I arranged my mother's funeral on my own. When I went back to pack my belongings, I accidentally found a list of gifts he had bought for the young woman next door. A private luxury estate. Designer handbags. Jewelry worth hundreds of millions. There was also a voice chat with his friend. "Caleb, is it true Jessica actually humbled herself and begged you for two thousand?" Caleb Brooks let out a low, amused laugh, his tone lazy and indifferent. "Nevaeh wasn't wrong. Anyone who goes around begging over two thousand — what else is she if not a gold digger? "We've only been together seven years and she's already trying to get money out of me." So that was the truth. Seven years of so-called testing, it seemed, had been sparked by nothing more than a few manipulative words from a young woman next door. However, it no longer mattered. The moment my mother passed away, I had already decided to leave him.